A Bad Situation
Dec. 27th, 2004 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerOh, my fucking God.
Derek and I got into a holy-shit screaming match at 1:30 am on the day after Christmas. He got into my face, shoved me, screamed at me...and I didn't back down one inch. Threatened to bite him of he didn't back up; he threatened to kill me if I did. I shoved him to get away from me; he shoved back and then Jenny was between us shrieking about calling the cops. Tom was out taking Owen, Jenny's boyfriend, home, and he came home in the middle of it.
Jenny should have called the cops.
It was fucking bad. I'm so tired of thinking about it and talking about it, I can't bring myself to write more than that.
Listened to him "talk" (down) to Tom while he thought the rest of us were asleep. Oh, Derek thinks he's the man of the house, and that women are emotionally weak and need to be controlled, and that I'm a hypocrite and a liar and 90% of what I say is bullshit.
Everyone in the house is either terrified or pissed off or both. No one can sleep or eat. Jenny's fleeing to Owen's parents'.
He says it won't happen again. I said it won't happen again, or so help me God come hell or high water, you are out of my apartment. You need to learn who the "man of the house" really is around here, honey. I also told him that he was using standard women-batterer language.
Everyone I've talked to about it tells me that he needs to get out of the house now. I know this. When Judith Scoville had me call the cops, however, they said that since he's gotten mail there-- even though his name is not on the lease-- he's setting up residency and we have to evict him to get him out. He's violated his parole three-times over, but we're having a hard time locating his parole officer's number (since it should be logged into T-mobile since he's used my phone).
*sigh*
Wendy's thinking about provoking him into a rage so that then we have a reason to call the cops and report his parole violation. I don't want to deal with that, but at this moment, I am having a difficult time thinking about a better way to go about it, especially since the police were so not-helpful.
...
I don't know what else to say.
I should cheer myself up by emailing Teresa-san, but...the last thing I need right now is something else that would make me nauseous, even if it's in a good way.
Derek and I got into a holy-shit screaming match at 1:30 am on the day after Christmas. He got into my face, shoved me, screamed at me...and I didn't back down one inch. Threatened to bite him of he didn't back up; he threatened to kill me if I did. I shoved him to get away from me; he shoved back and then Jenny was between us shrieking about calling the cops. Tom was out taking Owen, Jenny's boyfriend, home, and he came home in the middle of it.
Jenny should have called the cops.
It was fucking bad. I'm so tired of thinking about it and talking about it, I can't bring myself to write more than that.
Listened to him "talk" (down) to Tom while he thought the rest of us were asleep. Oh, Derek thinks he's the man of the house, and that women are emotionally weak and need to be controlled, and that I'm a hypocrite and a liar and 90% of what I say is bullshit.
Everyone in the house is either terrified or pissed off or both. No one can sleep or eat. Jenny's fleeing to Owen's parents'.
He says it won't happen again. I said it won't happen again, or so help me God come hell or high water, you are out of my apartment. You need to learn who the "man of the house" really is around here, honey. I also told him that he was using standard women-batterer language.
Everyone I've talked to about it tells me that he needs to get out of the house now. I know this. When Judith Scoville had me call the cops, however, they said that since he's gotten mail there-- even though his name is not on the lease-- he's setting up residency and we have to evict him to get him out. He's violated his parole three-times over, but we're having a hard time locating his parole officer's number (since it should be logged into T-mobile since he's used my phone).
*sigh*
Wendy's thinking about provoking him into a rage so that then we have a reason to call the cops and report his parole violation. I don't want to deal with that, but at this moment, I am having a difficult time thinking about a better way to go about it, especially since the police were so not-helpful.
...
I don't know what else to say.
I should cheer myself up by emailing Teresa-san, but...the last thing I need right now is something else that would make me nauseous, even if it's in a good way.
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Date: 2004-12-27 11:24 pm (UTC)Major kudos to you for standing up to that asshole. And to Jenny for having the guts to get into the middle of it. I wish I could do something to help you guys out. :\
By the way, if he threatened to kill anyone, you could probably get a legit restraining order fairly easily and get him evicted on those grounds, especially since there were multiple witnesses. Any center for domestic violence victims could probably provide you with information along these lines, as could most women's shelters. Frankly, as violent as this guy seems, I'd want a restraining order even if he gets evicted on parole violation.
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:30 am (UTC)You shouldn't be living with a parole violator to begin with. Did you have this information when he moved in?
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Date: 2004-12-29 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-29 11:16 am (UTC)Things are mostly better right now. Biding my time.